Some people love to be able to look at their calendars and tell you precisely what they will be doing at 3:30 p.m. on Thursday eight and a half months from now.
Not me. That which feels like order and security to others feels like restrictive ropes to me. I love the blank page, the open road, the uncommitted agenda. I guess I’m addicted to the potential found in freedom. I like to be busy, and I like to plan ahead, and some routine does rescue me from the challenge of devoting too much thought energy to the mundane, but I do love having space to be flexible. There is more; I know there is more.
A single phrase from a simple song keeps playing in my head:
“We step into freedom.
We step into all you have for us.”
What do you want to do today, Lord? What do you have for us?